The moment he let out a hoarse cry, his vision blurred.

He blinked, and the ruffle of his lashes shook loose a droplet that painted a cool stripe down the curve of his flushed cheek.Although Taehyung recognized these were tears, the hands to wipe them away have been both wrapped around the broad, rocking back of the man above him. Even had they been loose, with the firm, muscular hips driving rhythmically between his splayed legs and stoking the fever coursing through his body, some tears have been the least of his worries.

"Oh, oh-ah!" His voice rose in fitful bursts,pitched high and honey-sweet as though to trap his partner in sensual invitation.It turned into not the voice of a man in his thirties, and the sound of it crumpled him in crushing shame. But he had recently discovered that any attempt to suffer in silence might best intensify the torture, and so he allow his tearful cries spill unchecked.

"Loosen up, a little more...can you?"

Jungkook breathed into his ear.

"You're too tight."

His tone was deep and low, and yet glazed with a certain salacious promise.

He was five years Taehyung’s junior but his cool composure confirmed nothing of it, and no matter the premature prickle of frustration, Taehyung couldn't deny that Jungkook’s voice mesmerized him.

He fought to loosen up as he have been advised but his legs remained stiff and trembling, and even the slightest easing of anxiety only gave Jungkook leeway to slip further inner him, triggering another reflexive squeeze.

“Having trouble?”

It was not only Jungkook’s voice but his body and facial capabilities that recommended he was the older one; but among them, it was Jungkook who seemed his age. Taehyung’s face retained still a few vestiges of boyishness, and his body became too slim for a man of his years.

Being pinned like this under him only accentuated the wild masculinity of Jungkook’s chiseled capabilities, and even now Taehyung wavered at the verge of submission and had to steel himself.

“Just, shut… up!”

Jungkook gazed down at him, observing his callow reactions and twisting his full lips as though to suppress a smile, and Tae cursed him inwardly. His claim that Taehyung was ‘tight’ was probably a laugh at his expense, as well. The inner walls of his body, now molded around Jungkook’s erection, were so slick with lubricant, the unrelenting ********, and Jungkook’s fluids that every inch of progress left his ears burning at the lewd sounds.

“No, d-don’t, stop…”

Jungkook’s teeth worried the fevered, touchy lobe of his ear, and a flush of pleasure loosened his muscles, leaving him soft and slack. Immediately Jungkook surged forward, his hot, inflexible length churning eagerly through the gummy mess between his legs, and Taehyung all but screamed.

“Like hell it’s… ‘too tight’… oh, yes—!”

Jungkook made love like a bully, hounding him with cruel persistence, and Taehyung thrashed in desperate, gasping pride. His body had learned to delight in it.

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His racing heartbeat pounded in his ears, all of his senses quivering in aching desire. Not an inch of him was dry, tears and drool dripping from his chin, streaks of sweat and pre-come across his abdomen till even the narrow ribbon of space that parted him from Jungkook appeared to grow heavy with damp. A startlingly gentle tongue coiled around his nipples, flattening towards the hardened nubs and soothing their painful tingling.

Suddenly his head was spinning, and he felt a sickening lurch in his gut as if he were in free fall. Blind with anxiety he flailed for Jungkook ’s brawny shoulders, pulling himself up to cling to them, and he whimpered when the movement impaled him further on Jungkook’s *****.

The high bridge of Jungkook’s nose slid against his cheek. Jungkook nestled tenderly against him, bringing their lips together, and the mere flutter of his long eyelashes on Taehyung’s skin had him moaning again. Jungkook’s tongue twined with his and in a daze, he traced its movements with his own, drawing threads of saliva between their mouths. By the time he recovered his senses, it was to his lips smeared against Jungkook’s and the loud wet twisting of their tongues, and the graphic sensuality of their kiss left him drugged again. His trembling flesh betrayed him, swallowing the man inch by inch as if to savor the taste, and he could only listen in mortification to the slurping sounds of it greedily chasing its pleasure.

His body lay open at his lover’s mercy and Jungkook took him ravenously, violating him with both his tongue and his sex.

“It is tight. I think you’re eating me alive.” Jungkook’s teasing tone failed to mask that he sounded rather on edge himself. But Taehyung had been driven far past that edge already, and he was deaf to the kernel of bitterness in Jungkook’s voice.

In the short span of six months, his rectum had become more insatiable than any woman, and it spasmed in an intricate pattern of convulsions as he felt his peak approaching. Taehyung begged with every rock of his hips and sobbed with every tense of his muscles, his straining erection grinding into the ridges of Jungkook’s taut abdomen.

“Feel good?”

The simple, obscene question had Taehyung nodding his head over and over like a child. Decency and shame reproached him, but he would debase himself a hundred times over if it meant this hunger would be satisfied.

“Yes—yes, it does… more,” he pleaded, his voice fading to the faintest whisper, and Jungkook slowly rolled his hips in reply. Jungkook’s movements were subtle but precise, and a staggering burst of pleasure arced through him, ripping out a lovely, shattered cry. His doe eyes were glazed and gleaming with a sheen of tears, their usual wholesome purity seduced away and replaced with wanton lust. He had only half his wits about him, and at times like this, it was beyond even Taehyung to get a hold of himself.

“Oh, oh… Jung,..kook—!” He panted out sobbing cries between his breaths, and he bucked in blatant demand against Jungkook, willing him to do something, anything. “Oh-oh, no!”

The piston of heat that had been rutting inside him began a lazy retreat, squelching crudely as it dragged free, and when he scrambled to keep him inside Jungkook’s firm grip locked him in place. The cold air chilled the space Jungkook had abandoned, bringing Taehyung fleetingly to his senses, and he could have wept at the wretched way his body mourned the loss, pelvic muscles clenching around emptiness.

“W-Why did you pull ou—mm!”

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His struggling arms were captured, and his lips sealed. Jungkook’s thick tongue licked into Tae’s mouth like a living thing, and his lips and teeth nibbled at him when he outstretched his tongue as he had been taught to do. But Jungkook neglected to touch him any lower, and nothing would distract him from that twinge of agonizing need. He cringed as his entrance twitched in minute contractions, miserably awaiting the other man’s return.

Something thin and rigid stretched the ring of pliant muscle and plunged inside, and Taehyung recognized distantly that Jungkook had inserted a finger. Frankly, anything would have done, anything tangible and hard; if it would only touch him where he ached, then at that moment he might have accepted even the most repulsive of objects. Jungkook’s practiced hands were more than welcome, and Taehyung swooned as those long, elegant fingers traced a sinuous path inside him.

“I’ve got you this loosened up, and you’re still squeezing my fingers. You want it that bad, huh?” Jungkook jeered, aiming for the instant Taehyung went stiff in offense to bundle his fingers together and begin thrusting them violently in and out.

“You’d take anything, wouldn’t you?” he said, speaking over Taehyung’s hysterical keening. “Right here, as long as it can do this to you,” and Jungkook twisted his fingers roughly while Tae could only shake his head, choking on the force of his screams. “How about a toy next time? A vibrating one, come on.”

“No, no—ah!”

He barely registered the sting of Jungkook’s sneering dirty talk before it was drowned in a jolt of arousal. As Jungkook had once rather nastily described him, it appeared that Tae did have a ‘talent’ for this sort of sex. He was loath to admit it, but as his limbs writhed meaningless patterns into the sheets, he was forced to concede it might be true.

“No—no, never, I won’t…”

“Are you kidding? Look how wet you are.” Jungkook’s grip closed firmly around Tae’s erection, wringing another dribble of pre-come from the tip, and Taehyung grimaced in humiliation.

“No, no more—I can’t…” He shook his head with a fearful look, and a dangerous shadow passed over Jungkook’s expression.

Oh, no…

Taehyung jumped in alarm when Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, broadcasting his displeasure, but his bid to escape came a second too late.

“Stop, no!”

Jungkook ducked his rugged, handsome face into Taehyung’s lap and, fingers still probing behind, he literally sank his teeth into Tae’s trembling *****.

“Hurts—it hurts!” Taehyung cowered in pain and fear as Jungkook nipped him lengthwise between his teeth until a soft tongue began to stroke circles over the abused area. “No, no—oh… oh, so hot…”

Jungkook’s tongue swabbed back and forth, and Taehyung soon found his erection more than fully recovered, swollen an angry red, and made a toy inside of Jungkook’s mouth. His body was a limp ragdoll sprawled on the bed, the only movement the lewd snaking of his hips.

He barely understood what was happening to him; wet, cosseting warmth enveloped his sex, and Jungkook’s beautiful fingers were massaging him deeply, deep inside. His lips could only spill sweet, gasping cries, one after another.

“Ah, ah, no, I can’t—”

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